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Samuel's muscles jerked with a twitch as he found himself being awoken from an extremely lucid nightmare. His wolf eyes had been gazing down at the body that rested before him, flesh torn to ribbons, eyes made of glass that sat unchanging as they stared at the flakes of snow that melted against her still, warm body. While he had been a wolf, Sam held no connections or ties to the life he lived outside of his supernatural existence. He did not recall faces, names, and all memories he may have had sat in scattered images across the field of his sub-conscience. Yes, he recognized the female. But he had made no mental connection. That was, until he was back in his own skin again. Until he was Sam again.

Stirring from the foggy after effects of his slumber, Sam pushed himself up from the pillows, the left side of his face seemingly numb. He had been sleeping on his abdomen, his arms clenched around one of his pillows, his visage buried deep inside of it's plush depths. Perhaps his mind had been trying to escape the memory. But, Sam knew there was no escaping the memories of gore and the sins he had committed. There would be only one way to atone for his sins and, as much as he longed for it, he was too cowardly to do anything about it. Running his fingers through his thick mass of dark hair, his tongue playing at the two hoops that studded his lower lip, Sam heard faint voices echo in the hall way past his bedroom. Voices that did not belong to the men he normally lived with. No, the tenor of these voices held a higher, more feminine pitch. They belonged to females.

With curiosity and confusion getting the best of Sam and his usual, cautious ways, the man stood from the mattress, the only material adorning his body being that of his pajama slacks. Cracking the door and peeking out into the hallway, he heard voices deeper inside of the house, but noticed only a pair that stood at the mouth of the hall, their backs turned to him. Easing out of the doorway, his footsteps non existent against the hard wood of the floor, Samuel allowed his wolf like instincts to take over, sizing the two females up mentally. Neither of them smelled of danger or mischief, but one of the two did rank of pain. Stepping closer still, his eyelids fluttering as he lost pieces of himself to his animalistic instincts, Sam crept closer, a predator analyzing it's prey.